Harvest Witch - A5
In dawning embrace where shadows weave,
A harvest witch stirs, with magic to conceive.
Her cloak of autumn, in golden hues,
Wraps around secrets that nature imbues.
With twinkling eyes like starlit skies,
She whispers to pumpkins, as the sun starts to rise.
Gathering herbs in the cool morning air,
With fungi and fruits, her bounty laid bare.
Bring forth the spirit of nature's delight,
With brushstrokes of wonder, in mystical light.
This tale of the harvest, both ancient and true,
Awaits in the canvas—let the magic ensue.
In dawning embrace where shadows weave,
A harvest witch stirs, with magic to conceive.
Her cloak of autumn, in golden hues,
Wraps around secrets that nature imbues.
With twinkling eyes like starlit skies,
She whispers to pumpkins, as the sun starts to rise.
Gathering herbs in the cool morning air,
With fungi and fruits, her bounty laid bare.
Bring forth the spirit of nature's delight,
With brushstrokes of wonder, in mystical light.
This tale of the harvest, both ancient and true,
Awaits in the canvas—let the magic ensue.
In dawning embrace where shadows weave,
A harvest witch stirs, with magic to conceive.
Her cloak of autumn, in golden hues,
Wraps around secrets that nature imbues.
With twinkling eyes like starlit skies,
She whispers to pumpkins, as the sun starts to rise.
Gathering herbs in the cool morning air,
With fungi and fruits, her bounty laid bare.
Bring forth the spirit of nature's delight,
With brushstrokes of wonder, in mystical light.
This tale of the harvest, both ancient and true,
Awaits in the canvas—let the magic ensue.